Rotten Oak

A bird with a flightless wings
That is what her love brings
When clock can tick no more
Like a naked eye of a devils core.
With a shame your rebel foresee
Mind of a stone and sane will cease
Heart will ring its own bell
And feelings will grow anxious in a duel.
What a marvelous ray will it be;
To furnish hell with love ornaments,
For devil to observe the beauty of a newbie
And build a garage with no dent and overflowing rent.
Stick up posters of a terrible joke
And walk miles away, come back and make a note
Who laughs of admiration; you will never know,
That life without love is a rotten oak.


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